SLIMMY

Here he is the man with the loot
Shows a good time a fancy lined zoot suit to boot
Ladies can’t stay away
He’s got the charm
I’ll bet the farm you’ll want to play
Right when he comes through the door
Everyone knows that this young swinger will own the floor

Well his 8-track tape won’t fit in the car no more
And they say leather pants just don’t fit in
Boy you got to be into something
You’ve got it mad
You spend way too much time
Upstairs in the bathroom doing lines
Jump on that floor Slimmy

Now that it’s 72
Trade in the suits for stretchy pants and high heeled boots
Travolta can’t even touch
Or even comprehend the speed he’ll pop the clutch
No names to describe his moves
You’ll watch in awe as he becomes your fresh new bruise

Well his 8-track tape won’t fit in the car no more
And they say leather pants just don’t fit in
Boy you got to be into something
You’ve got it mad
You spend way too much time
Upstairs in the bathroom doing lines
Jump on that floor Slimmy

Busted out the cardboards flat
Reached 85, came alive and dropped the gat
Just when his head would spin
Pulled off the worm and rightly pissed off management
Outside in the parkade hit him to the ground
And told him that his life was played

Well his 8-track tape won’t fit in the car no more
And they say leather pants just don’t fit in
Boy you got to be into something
You’ve got it mad
You spend way too much time
Upstairs in the bathroom doing lines
Jump on that floor Slimmy

Y’sait pas quoi faire
Down in the dirt with his whole life up in the air
Suddenly without skipping a beat
A triple axle off the trunk to the front seat
Crowded and somewhat un aware
Dropped back the pin and dried the grease up in his hair

Well his 8-track tape won’t fit in the car no more
And they say leather pants just don’t fit in
Boy you got to be into something
You’ve got it mad
You spend way too much time
Upstairs in the bathroom doing lines
Jump on that floor Slimmy.